Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I’ll send word then come right back to my post.”
With that, we waited in the hallway, both lost in our own thoughts, until not only Mendalyn came back, but the girls returned with the healer.
Only then did we feel comfortable finally retiring to our room.
I sipped some of my water and picked at the fruit and half-stale bread in the room, surprised it was possible to be hungry after such a crazy, heavy day.
Jet came back out of the water closet, clean, wearing his low-slung pants.
“Come to bed with me,” he said as he extinguished the light.
I didn’t hesitate to strip out of my outfit and climb in beside him, feeling him wrap an arm around me and pull me in close.
“I thought I lost you today,” he said as his hands drifted over me, like he needed to prove to himself that I was okay. “When I turned and you weren’t there, my heart sank. I fought through dozens of people trying to find you.”
“I tried to find you too. But then I came across Cora. And some man was trying to take her back.”
“The bruises and scars…”
“Yes.”
“She’s a child.”
“Yes.”
A rumble moved through Jet.
“I had to get her safe. So I took her to the palace.”
“That’s what I wanted you to do.”
“But I left you out there…”
“I wanted you to get yourself safe,” he repeated. “I was so relieved to find you safe and unharmed.”
“Me too.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“I don’t want to lose you either.”
I slid my leg over him, then my body followed.
Bracing my arms beside his head, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.
Jet groaned against my lips as his arms tightened around me.
I can’t say how long we stayed just like that—bodies close, kissing long and deep until I swear I could feel it in my bones.
At some point, Jet’s hands started to drift over me—comforting at first, but it wasn’t long before desire started to spread through me.
This kiss grew deeper, more desperate.
My hips rocked until I felt his hard length press against where I needed the friction the most.
Then I was rocking against him, chasing the pleasure as it grew.
Jet’s hand moved between us, pushing down the front of his pants and grabbing his length at the base.
“Take me in,” he demanded, his voice rough.
I didn’t need more encouragement than that.
I rose up and slid down, my moan almost embarrassingly loud as he filled me, as my body tightened around him.
Jet groaned, his hands tightening on my hips.
“You feel so good.” His hips bucked up into me, creating a delicious little pinch. “Ride me,” he demanded.
And so I did, my movements slow at first, full of the relief at being with him again and the admissions that we didn’t want to be parted again.
It wasn’t long before the need took over, making me move faster, harder, as Jet’s hands slid up and down my sides, cupped my breasts, then squeezed, circled, rolled.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he groaned as I tightened around him.
Then I did, the pleasure washing through me in waves, stealing my voice and my breath as I collapsed forward into him.
Jet’s arms slung around me as his hips started to rock up into me—a fast, steady rhythm that had my body climbing again. This time, my cries were muffled against his neck as he relentlessly drove me to that edge, then sent me flying over, crashing down into the pleasure once again.
Before I could even catch my breath, Jet rolled me under him and was moving again. But the movements were once again slow, gentle, sweet.
His lips sealed to mine, kissing me deeply as our bodies moved together, as our breaths and hearts synched.
Something ballooned in my chest so big it ached.
Jet pulled up, looking down at me.
“I love you, Serin,” he murmured, voice rough.
My arms tightened around him.
“I love you too.”
And I did.
In a way I wasn’t sure I even understood before him. In a way that was overwhelming, all-consuming. As real as the love I felt for my lake. Not an external thing, but a part of me. Like Jet had sunk into my bones and blood, like he was a part of me that could never be extracted.
Jet surged deep and pleasure bloomed, taking us both with it.
He pulled me close afterward, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“My king,” I said, feeling a rumble move through him at that title.
“My Lake Girl.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Jet
I battled back the uncertainty I felt about using my powers publicly, needing to remind myself that there was nothing to fear anymore. My father was in his bed, unmoving, no longer a threat. He couldn’t use them against me anymore.
There wasn’t a reason to keep it under wraps.
If anything, I had every reason to let it be known.
Because powers, while not rare, were always respected. A king who could wield them, and did so with restraint, would be admired and honored.